The lashing downpour, Up above my abode, From essence of my room freshner, To slowly filling in the petrichor. The drops drip from the leaves on to my palms, As I relish it dissolving into me the birds afar flee, To catch their crappie.
The lashing downpour, Up above my abode, From essence of my room freshner, To slowly filling in the petrichor. The drops drip from the leaves on to my palms, As I relish it dissolving into me the birds afar flee, To catch their crappie.
